Ahhhh, my husband turned 30 this month. He had just turned 23 when I met him. How are we already at 30?!? Ok, I'm not 30, but Jeff is, and him turning 30 means that I'm even closer to turning 30, which I'm not really interested in. We do get to stay in our 20's forever if we'd like to, right? Because most days I feel like I still am 20. Pity party now over.
Actually, Jeff turning 30 was really just a great excuse to have the best birthday yet. And that, my friends, is exactly what happened. The guy who typically could care less about his birthday, who won't even dress up for Halloween, and who is never interested in going to 6th Street requested this....
A Canadian tuxedo pub crawl. Better yet, denim and mullet wigs.